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Quotes to Write By – Day 13 . . . with a BONUS!

I have two quotes today from two different authors: Daniel José Older and Ray Bradbury.

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From a superficial perspective, it appears that these men don’t have much in common. However, both Older and

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Bradbury

Bradbury are exceptionally talented writers. Yes, are. Even though Ray Bradbury has died, his stories are still read and discussed today. For example, Fahrenheit 451 was one of the first-ever dystopian novels! Bradbury was also a screenwriter and he worked in many different genres: fantasy, science-fiction, horror, mystery. Likewise, Older is not only a talented writer that writes in different genres. He is also a composer and an editor. I first learned about him over a year ago when I saw a copy of his fantasy novel, Shadowshaperat my local library.

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Sierra, the protagonist, in all of her glory!

I had to read the book. Needed to. I don’t recall ever reading a book that spotlighted an Afro-Latina as the lead! (Review will be coming soon). Older is an expert at stringing words together without too much flowery description. The dialogue and setting is realistic. The characters are relatable!

I aspire to be like the authors Bradbury and Older by writing more and dabbling in different genres and medians to stretch, tighten, and polish my author’s voice. Why? Because I’ve got to be better than I was the day before. After all, readers of all ages and colors are relying on writers for more “honest literature”! 🙂 There’s much work to do.

 

Quote #13

“Quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things, you’re doomed.”

Ray Bradbury

BONUS QUOTE

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The Face in the Clouds — Short Story Share Excerpt

Happy Monday all. Here’s a short story I wrote quite some time ago. At least eight years ago. And over the years, the eeriness of the story amused me so I would revisit it: polish it, revise it, and hopefully it will amuse you too. Enjoy!

The Face in the Clouds

Erin sat with his lover, Lily on a grassy knoll with weeds and fragrant flowers naming the shapes of the clouds.  That looks like a cat, he said.  Look, a horse, she replied. Some of the shapes were truly mysterious; they were really not clouds at all.

“Dear God—what is that?” Lily cried, bolting upright.

He glanced at her, then back at the sky and smiled.  “It’s a cloud, darling. We have been looking at them for the past hour.”

“No!”  She raised her finger, pointing.  “Look there.  It’s a face!”

He forced an unconvincing laugh, but didn’t look.  “You’ve been out in the sun too long.”

“Just look!”

“Fine.” He looked, but saw nothing and told her so in a sweet voice.  “See, darling, there isn’t anything to get all excited about.”

 

Book Review for Covenant’s End by Ari Marmell

The world Marmell created in the Widdershins’ series, along with the lively characters, will be greatly missed. No, I didn’t like the series – I absolutely, positively, hopping frogs ADORED it! His metaphors, which are not only clever and unique kept my mind stimulated and his action scenes, both vivid and spot-on played out like the most popular martial arts movie. I don’t know how he does it. Literary skill of this magnitude – can it be taught? Is it taught? If so – WHERE? Can it be bottled, purchased, and imbibed?

Or is one born with it?

I shall refrain from my Fan Girl Gushing – for now. J

I’m well past my YA days (as a reader), but as a writer, I’ve been dabbling in it. Marmell’s series is what reintroduced me to the YA genre. Kind of like how Death Note reintroduced me to anime and manga. I suppose I was going through a phase in my late twenties where I thought I was “too kewl” for that stuff. Well, I was delusional and so glad to have realized that sooner than later.

After reading the second book in the series and being introduced to one of the most vile, wicked, and charmingly bizarre villains (Iruoch) I didn’t think Marmell could surpass such a fantabulous creation in future books. And in the fourth book, he didn’t disappoint! Lovers of fantasy will love this series.

So, don’t hesitate and dive into this YA world.

I hope that Marmell keeps his word and includes Widdershins, lovable thief with a heart of gold in other books because I am truly addicted!

Well done, Mr. Marmell. Well done.

Character Takeover: Meet Adara Trosclair!

     Well, first of all, I’ve got to say that your world is just as messed up as mine. While skimming the headlines on my creators computer screen, I just had to shake my head in disbelief, disgust, and dismay. Downed planes shot right of the sky? Terrorists abducting women and children? Wow. Whoa. No thank you.
     I come from Reath, an anagram (a word formed from another by rearranging its letters) for your planet, Earth. Basically, from what I’ve studied while hanging out here is that our worlds coexist at the same time, but in different universes. More on that later. All of that scientific stuff makes my head hurt in the worst way. Another character, whom you’ll meet sooner (than you’d like) can give you the “layman” aka idiot’s version of all of that. His name is Constantine and I do admit that he is quite intelligent; however, his arrogance just makes him look like a jackass half of the time.
     In our world, we have hundreds and hundreds of gods and goddesses and they have made themselves known. Now, there had been a time that these gods had become eerily quiet due to the compliance of humans worldwide. They asked for blood, blood tributes were given. And like cicadas, they returned underground from which they had first risen and no one heard a whisper or seen even a shadow of them for almost two hundred years.
     But, when Lucien Dieuamour, the young Lord of the City began to change things, that’s when the bloodthirsty gods emerged from hiding.
     That is when the murders began, but the victims were not just anyone. Clariusian men and women began littering the streets with their hearts ripped out. How ironic or what your people would call poetic justice. After all, it was the people of Clarius who had been chosen by the gods to offer the blood of other men, women, and children to them. Most people wanted to believe that it was the acts of a madman acting out of vengeance for the two extinct races of people who had bled and died for the gods’ appetites. Others believed otherwise and said that it was the gods exacting vengeance on the humans who dared to deny them what they desired: blood of humans.
     When I was a little girl, I used to believe in the gods and served a beautiful goddess of cool nights and comforting shadows. And as I aged, I decided that if the gods were real then they are evil and enjoyed our suffering (for how many times had I prayed for a solution to our woes – how many times had I cried out into the night for an end to our blood being shed?) OR there were no gods at all. Myths, legends, fairy tales.
     Right now, I am caught once again somewhere in between: wanting to believe in something greater than me , but willing to rely on my own power, whenever necessary, and letting gods or no gods stand in my way. And as you learn more about me in the book to come, perhaps you will understand.